Spy-fi Novels & Stories

I just brushed off the topic. After few minutes, Philip came with his friends. He introduced me to them. "I'm Etincelle," pakilala ko sa mga lalaking kaibigan ni Philip. Bago sila sa paningin ko. Baka sa ibang circle of friends sila. "These are Nathaniel, Zachariah, Moab and Malik." I shook my hands with them. They seemed friendly. I guessed they are just around of my age. "Nice to meet you, Etincelle," Nathaniel said and I smiled sweetly at him.

Derek let out a quiet breath, not quite a laugh. “I’ve noticed.” She stepped closer. “I know it looks… strange.” Derek raised his eyebrows. “Strange?” She gave a small shrug. “Okay, suspicious.” “That’s more accurate,” he said with a small nod. “I’m definitely not a spy,” Raine said jokingly. “Then stop acting like one,” Derek said with a serious tone. The words weren’t harsh, but they weren't kind either. Raine held his gaze like she could read his thoughts.

I know it is him before I see him by the smell of his sweet cologne, and when my eyes flit up from the floor, to see his mouth pierce my skin. He looks me in the eyes when he does it, with his orange-ember iris, burning into me. It's happening, and a strange sound, quiet and slow comes out, from somewhere starts out, but then I realize it's me. It's me. I'm crying because he's here to kill me. He's here to kill me and he...spits out my life honey. Seth stops when he sees my tears, wet face, and he smiles so hard he's squinting and mumbles softly.

- Misha and Moss were so focused on each of their computer screens, they’re trying to hack the organization’s database, so that people would know how rotten they were, they’re experimenting with kids, kill their members, have a bad reputation overall. While Misha was clicking on with her keyboard, there’s a picture of Astolfo in black and white printed on the front page of a newspaper with flowers all over him, though the public just discovered his rotting body near a sewerage and the public were just mourning now, trying to send flowers but realized Astolfo whom they idolize so much for modeling doesn’t have any concrete address or any concrete identity, Misha hoped that the people will tak

Captain Rian’s reply. “Sorry Rian. Force of nature.” Genesis replied with a smile. [Aster walked towards their room. Genesis and Captain Rian also made their way to Chief Vincent’s office.] [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Sewers Square - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:40)]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

frequency, the signal of Equilibrium. ​We are the Cinders of Earth. We are the Architects of the Green. And we are ready to listen. ​The Horizon of Chapter 133 ​The reply from Triangulum didn't come in words. ​Across the two-million-light-year void, a single, brilliant point of light flared in the center of the neighboring galaxy. It was a "Void-Flash"—the signature of a Spire so massive it was visible to the naked eye across the universe. ​"They’re waiting for us," Sophia said, her blue light turning to a triumphant gold.

​The retreat from the Abyssal Anchor had been a narrow escape from a static past, but the future rushing toward them was a tidal wave of absolute zero. The Grand Chorus of the Siphons didn't arrive with ships; they arrived as a Cessation. Across a thousand light-years of the Andromeda sector, the stars began to "Wink Out" in a rhythmic, mathematical sequence. It wasn't an eclipse—it was the Siphons systematically de-rezzing the light of the universe to prepare a silent stage for their final command.

But they still needed a lot of training if we were going to be going head on into a war. “Hey, what’s that noise?” Leah asked. And I looked over at her. I could also hear a noise. It wasn’t a plane but it was above us and I moved further into the open field to look around and see if I could find it. Suddenly I saw a drone flying over the pack territory. “The vampires have drones now?” Leah asked. “That’s not a vampire drone. That’s military.” I said. “Human military?” She asked. “Yeah.” I said.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.